Lu Yin still remembered when he had first met Xia Luo during Earth’s apocalypse. Back then, he had given Lu Yin an indescribable feeling that he was both mysterious and immeasurable. At this moment, Lu Yin still had that same feeling. 

A primeval surname from the Court of Seven Names; this was the Xia family.

“Do you still remember the first time we met?” Lu Yin asked.

Xia Luo thought about it. “You want to reminisce on our youth?”

Lu Yin laughed. “Why not?” 

“Then we can’t skip one person.”

“Silver?”

Xia Luo nodded. “I’ve already told you that I feel a strange hostility towards him and that it’s a terrible feeling.”

Lu Yin said, “So do you know why now?” 

Xia Luo looked at Lu Yin. “It’s very simple. It’s because he belongs to the Neohuman Alliance.”

Lu Yin was not surprised that Xia Luo knew this, as Silver was indeed a part of the Neohuman Alliance, and Lu Yin had also known for a long time. “But he’s not a corpse king.”

“He’s worse than a corpse king,” Xia Luo said.

Lu Yin grew curious. “How so?”

Xia Luo shook his head. “I don’t know, but the feeling that he gave me was something very treacherous, indescribably so. It was pure evil, and I have a foreboding feeling that we’ll meet again sometime in the future.”

“Perhaps it’ll be this time,” Lu Yin said.

Xia Luo was stumped, but he then looked seriously at Lu Yin, “Perhaps.”

“Do you really think that...